Welp, it’s official. My parasite goes by the name “Blastocystis” (nice to finally meet you), his bacteria buddy goes by the name “Campylobacter” (nice to meet you as well.) These lovely critters have been living in my body for the last five months, so it’s safe to say we’ve gotten pretty close.
Um, BARF. When I really think about these little guys making their home in my body, I’m not okay with it. But there’s nothing I can do at this exact moment – I feel the same way I did when I discovered I had lice two years ago. Like I want to scream and run around and fling all these living things off me – but it’s not that simple. It takes time. And while the clock ticks away my little friends continue to FEAST on me. Mmmboy.
Talk about being taken advantage of.